Leathery tendrils
Soft tentacles
Reaching voracity
Displayed pageantry
Muting the snap
Flesh a gap
Lips silently wept
Passions erupt
Behind me he roars
My sweet dirty whore
Collapsed begging
Thighs forced spreading
His prized possession
Him, her only obsession
Her body he owns
Sir upon his throne
Of primeval desire
His queen set afire
Monday, February 9, 2015
Submissive missives 2 - Queen Set Afire
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